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Reflections Of Flesh This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   sometimes we like to sneak around, like we're

unnoticeable as pantomime ghosts against

white backgrounds.

it's then when it seems fun, and only then that

I know the real you.

the one who is a savage, pushing me against the side

of that day's utopia: a friend's basement wall,

an abandoned corridor,

even within the confines of

a blue, late model Chevy.



it's then when my four hours of sleep,

the fact that I'm failing chemistry,

the outside blizzards mean nothing.

I just like hearing your subdued laughter,

sigh, breathy gasps, and

feeling hands soft like kitten paws or the

sensation of a wave of luminous dewdrops against my back.



I can smell what you had for lunch,

even the aggressive cologne ...

(tastes like brown sugar breath and strawberry lips)

I always close my eyes, and vision of fireworks

pop up before I realize it's the middle of winter ...

but it feels like the Sahara ...



I know who you are when I'm here in your arms.




This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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